the true cinderella story

barefoot
walking away
from the past
a castle built
on empty hopes
and promises
impossible dreams
crumble
at the sight of the
escaping child

with broken pieces
all over the floor
of a beautiful heart
that used to
belong to you
shattered
thorns of hate
reach out to stop
her salvation
her freedom

taste the blood
on her heels
as it carries her
through roads
that visit only
sweet memories
making her blood
boil with hatred
for the prince
not so charming

she falls
in love again
holding her back
for just a second
until she stands up
to her fear
keeps on moving
on to find
the other half of
her glass heart